It is with great pleasure and genuine enthusiasm that I get to point out to you, fair dick joke-friendly Deadspin readership, that the debut novel of not-so-young Drew Magary is ready and available for your consumption. Marvel at his use of creative profanity and his ability to talk about other sports besides football. Honestly, the book is awesomeness times 55. The boy can write.(and eat and drink!) and, as most of you know already, he's one of the funniest people on the planet in blog, print, film, theater, or variety show. You will not be disappointed. But don't take my word for it, just look at the first blurb on the back cover:

"Profane, beyond naughty, and, I have to say, just damn funny" — Buzz Bissnger, author of Friday Night Lights, A Prayer for the City, and Three Nights in August

Yeah. That happened. And as an added bonus, this Thursday, Drew has graciously offered his services to co-edit Deadspin with me. He'll be doing the heavy lifting, as Dashiell and Rick drink Mai Tais and watch soap operas all day. It'll be a blast. Barring any unforeseen circumstances in the world of sports, Thursday will probably one of the most free-wheeling, profane, nastiest, sacred cow-fuckingest days in Deadspin history. It'll be safe for work, but just barely. Consider that your warning. Join us. Please. I, personally, cannot wait. And, again, buy the book.